Semua Bab After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“What exactly happened?” Isabelle repeated contemptuously when she heard that. She didn’t bother looking at Gregory at first. Her gaze was locked on Tiffany, but her words were directed to her husband as she scoffed, “Why don’t you ask her?” Tiffany, however, only widened her eyes in feigned innocence, tilting her head slightly as though confused. “What do you mean?” she asked, her tone light, as if she genuinely couldn’t imagine what Isabelle was implying. Isabelle had been feeling an unbearable tightness in her chest ever since Ryan had been rolled into that room, a feeling of unease that only worsened with every passing second. Now watching Tiffany’s perfectly composed expression as she pretended to have no ulterior motives snapped the last thread of her patience. “You think I didn’t notice?” She flew up from the bench instantly, crossing over to them in a stride. “The cake had already been opened. You must have given it to Ryan when everyone was distracted.” Gregory qui

Isabelle’s expression froze, her breath catching as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. For a moment, the hospital ward seemed too quiet except for the faint beep of the monitor and Ryan’s small, stubborn voice still echoing in her head.She forced herself to keep her tone steady. “Ryan, don’t talk like that. This is something for adults to—”But he cut her off, his voice rising in a wobbly cry. “No! You’re bad! Mommy Tiffany’s nice to me, and you’re always scolding! I don’t want you! Go away!”The words struck like a slap.Isabelle felt every muscle in her body tense. Her gaze flicked to Gregory and he looked as shocked as she was but then she caught Tiffany’s expression. For the briefest second, a sharp and triumphant glint glimmered in her eyes before she smoothed it away with a look of concern. Isabelle didn’t have the luxury to deal with her now.Her attention returned to her son. He sat up straighter in the bed, little hands balled into fists at his sides, his lower lip

The pan crashed onto the floral carpet with a loud thud. The adulterous pair froze and turned to look at her, tangled with the blanket and sweat, their eyes darting to the doorway. Their faces immediately went ashen seeing her standing there.Isabelle clamped a her hand over her mouth, trembling as if her very bones had turned to ice. She could not mutter a single word and her gaze kept flickering from one face to the other. She had seen and sensed the signs. It was very obvious, wasn’t it? But she had no idea why she had thought he just couldn’t keep boundaries with his ex and really wouldn’t cheat on her.It was a very silly thought she had.Gregory was the first to react. He scrambled off the bed, dragging a sheet across his waist. “Isabelle, it’s not what it looks like—”Her gaze swept over him, his bare skin slick alongside his chest heaving, and then to Tiffany fumbling with the sheets, her face red as she tried to cover herself up. Isabelle’s lips curved into a laugh.“Not wh

The Golden Crown hotel gleamed with chandeliers that scattered fragments of light across the polished marble floor. Tonight was the annual end-of-year banquet of the Torres family and they had picked this hotel for the event. It was mostly filled with business partners, employees and acquaintances of the Torres Group.When Isabelle arrived with Gregory and Ryan, it was already crowded with guests and the usher quickly led them in through a side door. They wouldn’t have caught the attention of anyone due to that but strangely, the moment they entered, eyes turned to them instantly.The three of them caught the attention of majority of those in the ballroom; Isabelle, especially.Her gown was a deep sapphire blue, the kind of shade that caught the light with every movement. The fabric clung smoothly down to her hips before fanning into a flowing hem, embroidered with fine silver thread that shimmered like scattered frost. Tiny crystals were sewn along the neckline and sleeves, glinting

Isabelle slowly looked up. A tall figure stood before her, his back to the streetlight and the headlights of his car. The glow was not bright however and only caught the edges of his face. But it was enough for her to see the sharp bridge of his nose, the clean line of his jaw, and the faint glint in his eyes when he looked down at her. His features weren’t clear, but even in the dim light, there was a steadiness in his bearing that she recognized at once. When she didn’t answer right away, the man’s voice came. “Mrs. Torres?” Isabelle’s breath caught—it really was him. She hesitated, then called softly, almost to confirm it wasn’t her mind playing tricks. She blinked. “…Mr. Thorne?” “It’s me.” His gaze lingered on her, unreadable in the dark. “Are you not cold sitting there?” Isabelle quickly stood up. The truth was that the damp air had already seeped through her dress, raising goosebumps along her arms, but pride stiffened her spine. Perhaps she didn’t want him to see that s